Theatrical release poster
|Directed by||Anton Corbijn|
|Produced by||George Clooney
|Written by||Rowan Joffé|
|Story by||Martin Booth (novel)|
|Music by||Herbert Grönemeyer|
|Editing by||Andrew Hulme|
|Distributed by||Focus Features|
People hated this movie. Hated it. We heard it first hand. The night we saw The American we sat next to a group of mature citizens that announced loudly, that what they were watching was–“horrible and pornographic” and then they (thankfully) proceeded to file out of the theater.
I do not understand it. Well, actually I do. If The American would have had non-stop action and corny one-liners, it would have been a hit. Instead it was an intense character study and unfortunately the average moviegoers find that boring.
That’s a shame. Because this a lovely piece of film. It is definitely more European in style and mood–allowing the camera time to linger on scenery and taking its time with the small details.
It is very quiet. The dialogue is sparse and purposeful. The silence is a key character in the story. It is those moments of silence that we discover what it would be like for assassin–in real life–not in Hollywood version.
From the opening sequence–which is surprising–and throughout I was invested in this man’s life. George Clooney is the right actor to play this…he can emote more feelings with just a glance than most can with a monologue.
I could feel his isolation and his paranoia–to the point that I did not trust anyone on screen and was jumping at shadows. It reminds me that art can be made when all the frills are stripped and you are left with the basic essentials.
You know what I hate? I hate that more people could not appreciate this film. Maybe you can?